Last week, the kids and I went up north to visit our old stomping grounds. I hadn't been back since we moved two summers ago, and if I had stopped to think about it, I may have been worried about going back to a place that held such painful memories. But, that didn't happen. When we first started the four hour car ride, the kids were very quiet and I could feel their mixed emotions. But as we got further north and started reminiscing, they started to relax. By the time we got up north, the kids were so excited to be back in their old home town. The nostalgia was thick and sweet in the air as we visited all our favorite spots and all the memories seemed to make everything so much richer. We had a really great time.
So, we'll just keep on keeping on here in Okayville, celebrating the fact that life goes on.